The strike was clean, absolute, and without hesitation.
SLICK
Lin Mu's blade pierced straight through the chest of the Patriarch of the Hidden Cave Sect, entering the heart in a single fluid motion. A fraction of a second later, he released his compressed sword intent contained with meld, into the man's body.
It erupted like a hidden storm, tearing apart the Patriarch's dantian, shredding the meridians within, and annihilating his nascent soul in one sweeping surge of destructive intent.
The man did not even have time to register what had happened.
His body, still frozen in the posture of cultivation, went limp as his spirit scattered in silence. There were no alarms, no flashes of defensive arrays awakening, no cry of resistance. His end came quietly, without dignity, swift and efficient.
"Done..." Lin Mu regarded the fallen Patriarch without any emotion on his face.
